What a Day

CHICHI, late 30’s, at her work space, fingers thumping letters and numbers on the keyboard. She has short, curly hair and a curvy body. The hem of her tight dress rides up her thick thighs.

Her colleague, JIDE, 30’s, checks his phone. He grunts in annoyance, gets up and leaves without a word.

Chichi raises her head slightly to check on the rest of her colleagues – there’s only one other person left in the office, and she’s taking a nap.

Chichi stops typing. She opens a new tab on her browser and accesses a book-marked web-page: an erotic stories blog.

Soon enough, she’s engrossed in one of the stories. Her hand caresses her thigh absentmindedly.

IN THE HALLWAY…
Chichi exits her office. She prances to the end of the hallway, her fat ass rolling, quaking, her heels click-clocking. She leans against the wall, places her phone to her ear, and listens to it ring.

Emeka’s voice answers:

EMEKA (V.O.)Hello?

CHICHIEmi.

EMEKA (V.O.)Hey… Chichi. Did you block your number?

CHICHIEmi, what’s wrong?

EMEKA (V.O.)I don’t know what you mean.

CHICHIWe haven’t seen in a month. Is something wrong?

EMEKA (V.O.)Nothing’s wrong. I told you, I’ve been busy.

CHICHIToo busy to see your own girlfriend?

EMEKA (V.O.)It’s not like that.

CHICHII miss you, nau. Why are you doing this to me?

EMEKA (V.O.)I’m not doing anything to you. Don’t be a nag. It’s not attractive.

Chichi relents. The last thing she needs is a cold to keep her off work, not in this economy. She takes off her dress, hands it over to the shack owner. She gets into the makeshift bed, covers herself with a wrapper. The warmth it brings spreads a grateful smile across her face.

MANY MORE MOMENTS LATER…
A crackling thunder wakes Chichi up. She sees a man in the room. He’s muttering to himself.

STRANGERWhere this woman dey again?

His speech is slurred. He’s drunk.

Chichi leans to check the small room. There’s no one else around. She doesn’t like it.

Quote

“Mrs Aisha stares down at the big dick. She doubts she can take it all in, though she’s more than willing to give it a try. Her anticipation comes with a side-piece of guilt, which soon ends up in the trash.” – The Past Returns